沉重的木屐扎在江南惆怅的雨地里。爸爸的背上，不是背着我，就是驮着犁。 木屐被爸爸疲惫的双脚拖着，弯弯的田埂上便留下一行行清晰的屐齿印。我在爸爸背上的蓑衣和斗笠下，与江南雨伴着他的木屐，随着池塘边上的水翻车，一圈圈地碾动了岁月的车轮。 有一天，我爬上了老黄牛 The heavy wooden poles are in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. My father’s back is not carrying me, it is carrying a plow. Mudu was dragged by his daddy’s tired feet, leaving a line of clear, crooked teeth on the curved field. On the back of Daddy’s clothes and fighting, I accompanied Jiang Nanyu with his wooden clogs and rolled over the water on the edge of the pond, rolling the wheels of the years in a circle. One day, I climbed the old cattle